• He takes a stand,
    Sword in hand,
    And marches to the field.

    The darkness rises,
    In all shapes and sizes,
    But to that he’ll never yield.

    As he nears,
    The darkness sneers,
    The battle shall soon begin.

    Justice and kindness,
    Chaos and madness,
    Who knows just who will win?

    Days and weeks go by,
    Months and years fly,
    Neither brought down to their knees.

    He stands and is shocked,
    Their weapons are still locked,
    And now he finally sees.

    He follows his morals,
    But against darkness immortal,
    No one will ever win.

    But he will stay,
    Not run away,
    For he shall never give in.